Here’s the deal. I love Facebook. Really, I do. And I will probably be on it until the day I die.
I have heard some pretty scary stories lately about stalkers. You know how it goes: Somebody sends you a friend request. You can’t place them, but you figure you met them somewhere and you don’t want to be rude, so you confirm. They start seeing pictures of your family, they figure out where you work, and before you know it, they’re calling up your kid’s birthday party venue to cancel the party . . . just because.
True story. (Not my true story, you understand. Someone else’s.)
So, even though I HATE IT, I have set up a fan page on Facebook.
(Just saying the words “fan page” makes me want to punch myself in the face.)
And what I’ll be doing this week is transferring Facebook friends I don’t know in real life from my personal page to my fan page.
OH, IT HURTS. I seriously hate to do this, guys. And I do NOT think any of you are stalkers. It’s just that, you know . . . it only takes one loon to ruin the whole pond.
Or something like that.
Now, there are a few of you that I’ve never met in real life, but I’ve gotten to know extremely well through the internet over the course of, say, three or more years. For these people, I will make an exception.
PLEASE DON’T GET YOUR FEELINGS HURT IF YOU ARE NOT ONE OF THOSE PEOPLE.
Yes, this is totally lame. I know. Just bear with me.
If you’d like to beat me to the punch, you can go ahead and “like” (ugh) my page here. Please stay connected with me; I don’t want to lose any of you. You’re so funny. And pretty.
While you’re at it, The Clearing is on Facebook as well. You can find it here. Just to underline Facebook’s lameness, I had to remove like 35 of The Clearing‘s fans just so I could tweak the name of the page. Convenient, right? So you might wanna check and make sure you still “like” it. And if you never “liked” it in the first place, why, now’s a great time to do so.
Those last two sentences actually made me hurt inside. Why is Facebook so weird, yet so necessary?
It is a DOUBLE-EDGED SWORD, I tell you.
Alright. That’s all. Thank you for putting up with me!